Down your gathering smile

An adventure, a moist fall

You had a taste of me
when the clocks had mostly stopped
and it seemed all the books
that needed reading
had been read

From the place you left me
high on this shelf
I watched your back and your hand
on the light switch
not turning

I wondered if an opportunity could have
been written? Or was it done
before?
And suppose I resented that scripting?

I guess it doesn’t matter
the door will open again some time
to someone, so maybe I’ll just
doze here between the read books
on the high shelf
and dream some different words into them

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